| Text message from the penitentiary
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| My hype man got a quarter century
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| My silent partner got 15, real nigga stuck in the system
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| Hold ya head, though the odds against ya
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| When ya touch down we gone ball eventually
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| C keep telling me to buy the Bentley
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| To remind em im getting it, I’m just minding my business
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| Rewind to the time we was higher than Hendrix
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| The power of the mind ya the sky’s the limit
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| Hating mother fuckers be disguised as friendly
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| Got me riding with semi’s, this ain’t an image
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| I be out here in these streets and this shit ain’t sweet
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| If nobody got touched then it really ain’t beef
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| I got hitters on the team that will kill you for free
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| Well they’ll do it for a gram, you just do it for the gram
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| I do it for my fam, ya, You never will if you don’t think you can
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| I just been planning my work then working my plan
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| God damn on the drink again
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| This pain in my heart you can see it on my eyes now its leaking out my ink pen
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| On my self who I depend, feel like I’m going off the deep end, Punch me in
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| Just got a call from my homie ready to kill this nigga bout some shit that
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| happened 12 years ago
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| Had to laugh say fuck it, really ain’t funny I know he was dead serious though,
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| Let him live bro
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| Karma is real, that’s why a nigga broke, thankful for the wisdom just to think
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| it over
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| No where near sober, shit every time I blink a nigga think its over
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| Shit every time I blink a nigga think its over |